As I traversed
Through the star-laden mists
Of an eighty fourth universe
I came across a disembodied duck
Who had run out of luck
In the previous mahmanvantara
And was now waddling around
The outer bounds
Of a forgotten spiral galaxy
So I took the opportunity
To ask it,
"Well, what am I exactly?"
It replied,
"You are a mystery
Wrapped in a twistory
Lost in an unimaginably
Vast maze
And your days
Are numbered!"
"Thanks!" I said
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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Dismembered, eh? What precisely was left to identify it as Donald? Did his nephews trot dutifully in his rear? Thy days numbered, aye. Excellently rendered with superb imagery and a haunting poignancy, not to mention your characteristically irresistible humor. Thank you for sharing, you rascal.
Well, it’s like when you see a ghost, you can still see its “body.” I didn’t notice any nephews. I think they’d given up on him.
Anyways, I was happy to discover ducks are not only on planet Earth.
Tis all true each and every word at least in metaphor. A fun read Mutley put in such playful terms
Imagination....Who are You?!
Thanks for your inspiring comment, Soren.
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